My latest photoshoot at my GALLERY page explores my fascination with MACROPHILIA. And to go along with it I wrote this short story that should get you guys and gals wet even if you’re not into giants!
Macrophilia is a fascination with or a sexual fantasy involving giants. It is typically a male fantasy, with one male playing the “smaller” part–entering, being dominated, or being eaten by a larger man.
JAX and the MUSCLESTALK
Jax only knew what everyone else did about Rogan. He was very dedicated to his gym made obvious by his enormous physique of muscle layered on top of muscle. The thick sheet of hair covering almost every inch of his body made Jax assume he was either too comfortable with himself or too old to care about conforming to all the smooth muscled bodies that surrounded him. And he was blatantly confident as he never wore underwear made strikingly obvious by his big slong dangling between his thick legs in his lose gym pants.
Jax sat on the lat pull down machine and watched Rogan from across the gym floor as he picked up two 80 kilo dumbbells in each hand like they were pillowcases and walked over to the incline bench with a steadfast look on his face. He started to press the dumbbells effortlessly, that were heavier than Jax himself, who weighed in at 75 kilos last time he checked. Jax was handsome leaning towards cute. At 6 foot tall, messy unkempt dark hair, he had too much muscle definition to be considered a ‘Twink’ but not enough to chose ‘Jock’ as the community he identifies with on SCRUFF, so had to settle for ‘Guy Next Door’ and ‘Geek’. Rogan’s arms tensed up under the weight, the veins popping out from his massive biceps and forearms. But that was nothing compared to his thick hairy pecs that seem to pump up bigger and bigger with each rep, stretching out from the sides of his already tiny muscle stringer, his full nipples with their big metal bullrings dangling on either side.
Jax noticed other people stop and stare. Some in awe, some inspired, quite a few intimidated and most drooling. Jax was very observant, in school he was always the quiet kid in the corner who watched the other kids. He was always the one who noticed things no one else seem too. He had noticed something about Rogan but couldn’t quite figure out what it was but he definitely knew there was something… different about Rogan, something… strange.
He studied Rogan as he ploughed through his set and thought he could see Rogan restraining himself. Jax knew that everyone else watching would mistake it as him just straining through his set but Jax could see the weight wasn’t affecting Rogan, he could have been pressing two Jiff Pom’s, it was something else, something much bigger under the surface trying to burst out. Like he was straining to keep something in… like he was…
“Good evening members the gym will be closing in 10 minutes please finish your workout and pack your weights up so I don’t have too. Thanks.” Said the cocky voice over the club speakers. People started shuffling like they had a purpose. Jax saw the bench next to Rogan become free and made a B way over to it. The first thing Jax noticed as he got closer was Rogan’s body odour, though you could pretty much notice it when you entered the gym. This close to him Jax got intoxicated with it.
A bunch of curse words distracted Jax and he tuned to see Cambie, the receptionist behind him pointing accusingly at a pile of weights on the floor, staring at a guy who was trying to sneak away. “Are these yours?” Cambie asked. The man nodded feebly. “Your mamma coming to clean these up?” Cambie said. The man quickly started to put the weights away. Cambie was blonde, in his early twenties, built like a ruby player. He always had a smile to greet you with at reception but a temper when he had to deal with lazy members.
Cambie moved over to Rogan who removed his wireless headphones and for the first time seemed to notice there was another human in the gym. They bumped fists. Jax had seen a few of the larger bodybuilders use this form of greeting and come to the conclusion that you had to be in the “Big Boys” club to acknowledge each other as so. But even Cambie who was impressively bigger than everyone else in the gym looked small as he stood next to Rogan.
“Hey Cam.” Rogan said with a genuine smile that seemed strange to come from the face that was a concrete of seriousness only seconds ago.
“You wanna stay back? You know how to lock up?” Cambie asked.
“That would be great.” Rogan replied.
Cambie winked saying, “You owe me one.”
…Just as Rogan stepped forward grabbing him and spinning him around forcing him over the bench. Rogan gripped Cambie’s shorts in his hands and tore them open revealing a muscle bubble white ass covered in blonde fluff. Rogan pushed his pants down and his massive thick cock flew out, pre-cum dripping from its mouth….
Jax shook his head, snapping out of the fantasy to see that Cambie had moved away to yell at the next person who had left their weights lying around. Jax turned back to Rogan but he was already into a set, the smile replaced with pure determined concentration. Jax wasn’t going to achieve anything sitting here staring at the guy but a new opportunity had just presented itself.
The gym seem to empty quickly and Jax had to move fast. He found a hiding spot behind some large wooden boxes that was in the corner of the room. He was squatting down behind them as he heard Cambie’s voice come over the speakers again, “The gym is now officially closed. If you are still training stop and go home.” A few moments later the music was switched off and all the lights in the gym except the ones in the dumbbell area where Rogan was training were turned off. After a few stragglers had left the gym Jax heard Cambie shut the entrance and knew that he was now alone in the gym with Rogan.
Rogan seemed to realise he was alone at the same time. Jax could easily watch Rogan through the crack between two of the boxes as he removed his headphones and walked into the centre of the room. Jax thought it was very odd that Rogan seemed to scan the club making sure he was alone. He had never seen him care wether he was being watched. A small feeling ignited in Jax’s belly that he quickly recognised as fear. Rogan peeled his top off as he returned to the weight rack and picked up the 100 kilo dumbbells from the corner of the room that Jax had always thought were just decoration.
He watched Rogan lie back on the bench and start his set. As he pressed the ridiculously heavy weights something was different. He seemed more… relaxed. That’s when Jax’s breath got caught in his throat. With every rep Rogan’s chest seemed to expand, growing bigger. His pecs stretched out as he controlled the weights down and as he thrust his arms up, contracting, his pecs seemed to grow inhumanly bigger like two huge hairy mounds. It wasn’t just his chest either. His shoulders and arms were growing thicker and larger, the veins looking like snakes slithering under his skin. And his growl, a deep animal growl that Jax hadn’t noticed at first but now seemed to vibrate through his bones.
Jax felt light headed than remembered to breath. Fear had quickly been replaced with something else that made Jax get a huge boner in his pants. Rogan yelled out slamming the weights down. He was almost too big to even lie on the bench now. He stood up and Jax noticed that Rogan’s upper body wasn’t the only part of him that had grown. His three quarter loose gym pants were now stretched taught over his gigantic quads and the outline of his thick cock left nothing to the imagination. He must have been at least 7 foot tall now, maybe taller. Rogan strode into the centre of the room. His chest heaving, sweat dripping down his body. He stoped turning back to look at himself in the mirror and ripped his pants completely off to be standing there naked. His cock seemed to fly forward released from its restraints. It was semi hard, but even semi with it being the size of a normal mans leg, it looked hard enough. Jax quickly pinched himself half expecting to snap out of another daydream.
Rogan seemed to howl then, a deep guttural animal howl. Think a cross between An American Werewolf in London and the T-Rex from Jurassic park. Then Rogan flexed, pulling a double bicep pose and every muscle on his entire body, I mean EVERY MUSCLE that Jax’s eye could see seemed to strain and grow in size, veins popping out of nowhere and Jax thought he may have pissed himself a little.
Rogan flexed again, this time a most muscular and to Jax’s astonishment he grew even larger almost up to the ceiling of the gym, which was two stories high. Rogan was a giant! A huge, muscular, hairy beast of a giant! His delts were like basketballs the size of truck tyres. His arms tree trunks. His chest a thick jungle of hair over two concrete slabs of muscle. His hard cock was a thick dark veiny concrete barrel, dripping pre-cum out of its mammoth head. His legs were like concrete poles and his enormous thick feet were what you would expect Big Foots feet to look like only… bigger! Jax gasped. Rogan was looking straight at him.
Rogan stared straight at the boy his head turned to the side. He shuffled around to face Jax and the site of Rogan’s gargantuan cock facing directly towards him like a cannon, drooling none the less, made Jax’s mouth drop to the floor. He was still thinking he might shit his pants at any moment but he would do it with a raging boner. Rogan didn’t speak he just stood there, his great chest moving up and down with every breath. His cock seeming to throb and bounce to its own rhythm. Finally Jax found the courage to stand up and meekly move out from behind the boxes. “I won’t tell anyone.” Was all he could muster.
“Come here boy.” Rogan’s voice boomed out at him. Jax was shaking and didn’t even try to hide it. He was absolutely sure now that he had wet himself but didn’t look down to draw attention to it. He didn’t know if he was more scared for his life or aroused as he walked towards the immense man. He stopped a few paces away so that he could still see Rogan’s face high above him and not have it obscured by his massive cock and balls. Jax’s head was in line with Rogan’s knee.
“Lets have some fun.” Rogan boomed at him. Jax noticed it wasn’t a question. Jax instinctively stripped away his clothes, which made Rogan smile at the boy. Jax smiled back ready. Suddenly Rogan lifted his foot and shoved it gently into Jax. Gently enough not to break any bones but with enough force to knock the boy flat on his back. Rogan then stepped on him. Rogan’s foot covered Jax from groin to neck. Jax wrapped one arm around Rogan’s big toe and the other around his first toe his face in between the two looking up at Rogan who looked back down at him with that smirk on his face. Jax felt the air being pushed out of him, as he’s whole body was crushed under Rogan immense weight. He couldn’t help thinking to himself that this took C&B torture to whole new playing field. As he felt the last of his breath being pushed out of his lungs, a moment of panic erupted within him. That’s when Rogan released the pressure removing his foot to stop just above Jax.
Jax gulped at the air filled with Rogan’s foot odour. “Do that again.” Jax was breathing fast with excitement, he could feel his hard dick quivering in anticipation but Rogan’s foot didn’t move. Jax looked up at him confused. Then said, “Do it again, Master.” Rogan’s foot shot down and smothered him again. With the fear of dying not preoccupying his mind Jax just enjoyed the sensation of literally being stepped on. The intoxicating flood of foot sweat filled Jax’s nostrils as he allowed himself to completely submit to the sensation of being pressed into the floor. And just when the room started to blur away the pressure was removed. It took Jax a few moments to gather himself and stumble back onto his feet and just as he did Rogan’s hand swept down and gripped him lifting him off the ground.
Jax’s first thought was, so this is how Jessica Lange felt. Then he was moving fast towards Rogan’s pecs. Imagine being dropped into a huge furry carpet. Jax hit the muscle of Rogan’s chest and Rogan held him there squashed between two huge mounds of furry muscle. Jax was getting wet from the sweat that dripped down the concave of Rogan’s chest as he flexed bringing the two pec mountains together even more, holding Jax firmly between them. Rogan removed his hand and Jax was held there, suspended in Rogan’s tits. Rogan toyed with him as he had when he was under his feet. Squeezing his tits together almost crushing Jax then releasing him enough to breathe but not fall away from between his two monstrous chest muscles.
Jax almost yelled out in joy as he was squashed between Rogan’s massive pecs, squeezing his entire body, only his legs dangling out the bottom. Then all of a sudden they parted and he was falling. Rogan stopped his fall grabbing him again in one hand. He held Jax in front of him. Jax looked at him in wonder. “You’re incredible!” he called out. “That was nothing.” Rogan replied then moved Jax across his body towards his free arm lowering him into the fold of his arm. Keeping hold of Jax’s legs so that he couldn’t move Rogan slowly started to flex his arm. Jax, stuck between Rogan’s bicep and forearm, felt like he was stuck in between two narrowing brick walls. When Rogan had flexed enough to trap Jax between his two muscles he let go of his legs holding him in the crease of his bicep.
If Rogan’s chest was a fluffy sea of muscle this was like the garage compactor in Star Wars with no C3-P0 on the stop button. With the certain knowledge that Rogan could easily squash the life outta him with his bicep fear crept back into Jax. But the fear only aroused Jax to higher levels of euphoria and he finally understood all those FKIN crazy adrenaline junkies that did stupid shit on TV shows.
Rogan removed Jax from his arm and held the boy in front of him. Jax took deep breaths trying to get back his composure as he looked at the mammoth beast in front of him. Jax wanted to ask him a billion questions but they all raced to his head at once in a messy jumble and only made him mute. Then Jax noticed Rogan’s smile was bigger, no not bigger, more amused, and maybe eager. “Oh no.” was the one thought that did manage to escape his lips as Rogan holding Jax in his left hand moved him into his right underarm pit.
Of course as soon as Rogan grew 30 feet tall his notorious body odour had increased 10 fold but with everything else that he had been doing to Jax the boy hadn’t really focussed on it. Well, he was about to suffocate in it. Rogan had lifted his right arm up, opening his ripe sweaty pit and the musk hit Jax like opening the door to a sauna in Antarctica. The air was moist in Rogan’s thick sent. Jax gagged at the intensity but quickly attempted to accommodate it or die from it. Rogan slapped him up against his wet armpit and Jax was now drenched in the monsters sweat. Then Rogan started to lower his arm trapping Jax within his pit. The world disappeared from Jax, the light, the sounds, everything and was replaced by what I’m sure someone who wasn’t into BO would easily refer to as the real life ‘Bog of Eternal Stench”! Even though Jax got off on male BO. (Lets quickly make the immense significant difference between male and female BO. Male BO is hot and female BO smells like perfume mixed with cat piss.) The intensity of Rogan’s pits was completely suffocating. Every thing went even darker as Jax lost consciousness.
Jax eyes flittered open and he blinked away the harsh florescent light that flooded into them. He was lying on his back on the gym floor. He still smelt like Rogan. Who was he kidding, he was gonna smell like Rogan for weeks. How the fuck was he gonna explain this to his friends and family or work. He sat up and turned to look behind him to where Rogan sat. Still a behemoth. Stroking his cannon cock. The phrase, “It’s not going to fit” would totally be lost in translation here and Jax would be better of asking Rogan is he liked sounding and crawling into the head of his dick instead.
Rogan stood up and watched himself in the mirror. He started to flex with his free arm. Tensing his titanic legs and chest. Jax fumbled to his feet, watching Rogan’s entire gargantuan muscular body straining, veins the size of anacondas appearing over his muscles and his prodigious cock, one throbbing chunky piece of meat covered in vine like veins. Jax quickly started tugging at his raging hard on, he had never felt so aroused in his entire life and no doubt ever would again. Rogan just watched his own reflection and if it was possible he seemed to be growing bigger again. Or maybe just his cock, Jax wasn’t sure.
Jax saw that Rogan was starting to achieve climax, which only got Jax there even quicker. “You want this Daddy’s juice boy!” Again not a question, more a rhetorical statement but Jax screamed back out, “Yes muscle monster! Yes daddy Rogan! Feed me your juice! FKIN drown me in your muscle cum!” This seemed to push Rogan to the edge as he howled out. Imagine Rogan Richards, only two stories tall, looking like a real life ULTRASWOLE drawing, every muscle on his body stretched taught against the skin looking like its about to explode, veins every where and his cock, this black, throbbing, veiny, leviathan (that Stan Winston wished he’d created!) fat with hunger to explode. That’s what Jax’s was looking at. That’s what Jax was going to cum too. That’s when Rogan’s cock exploded and a tsunami of thick cum propelled out of its head smashing into Jax, knocking him off his feet and across the gym floor.
Jax skidded to a stop half way across the gym. Covered in it. He dug it away from his eyes and mouth, swallowing what he couldn’t remove just in time to see Rogan shrinking back to human size. Well, as human as Rogan’s normal size is anyway. He walked across the room avoiding walking in his own cum to where Jax still sat dumbfounded. He smiled at the boy. “That was fun.” Jax managed a nod. “I’m gonna hit the shower, you should too.” Rogan started to turn away then stopped looking back at the boy. “And if you ever mention this to anyone, I’ll eat you.” He winked at Jax then walked to the men’s change room.
“Shit!” Jax thought to himself, “I didn’t blow.”